Death, dead bodies, coffins, burials, cremations Oh My! It all began in 1966. Being left alone at funeral parlours and ending up speaking with the ghosts of the dead. Nightmares for years. I’ve created a blog to cope with it.
So, it went like this. 1966-granduncle; 1969-maternal grandfather; 1973-maternal grandmother and just 9 months later in 1974 my own father. After all this, I gave up attending any funerals. 1997-Mother, I was away and relieved of not having to deal with that one.
Then got a respite and life was good. Unfortunately, 2016-2017 was worriesome and out-of-the-blue son died. We were crushed. After 5 years, I’d began recovering but now just 3 months and 9 days, unexpectedly and suddenly, hubby died at just 63. I may turn out just as HM Queen Victoria and never recover. The love of my life is gone … May-June is busy for us, daughter’s birthday, hubby’s birthday and then our wedding anniversary.
The Pandemic hasn’t made things easy as it’s over a month now and I’m still waiting for his ash casket to be home with us. Sleep deprived and without outside support it’s tough! Anyone wants to chat?